Turn down the blankets to let them air out.

“Praise the Lord, he's been raptured.” Good grief. “I don't think so, Mrs. Farris. 'Course, I'm Episcopalian, and I'm pretty sure we don't get raptured. But, Baptists get raptured, don't they?”

In The Simpsons, the sitcomic plot drives the camera over the harsh, black, thin lines making up the flat setting in an often hasty and inconsistent tempo.

Give a call, we'll talk, no big whoop.